All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ivy’s POVI couldn't shake off the stories Isabella had told me about her and Leo. The way she spoke about their shared past, the little details she knew—his favorite meals, the way he liked his coffee, the things that made him tick—it all gnawed at me. I knew Leo loved me, but the jealousy inside me was relentless. It curled in my stomach like a slow-burning fire, impossible to ignore. I wanted to push her words away, to convince myself that they didn’t matter, but they clung to me like a stain I couldn’t scrub out. It made me feel… small. Inadequate. Like no matter what I did, I would always be second to her. A herbal tea? I scoffed to myself, gripping the edge of the counter. I’ll give him more than that. “Miss?” A startled voice broke through my thoughts. I turned sharply, my expression unreadable, to see one of the maids standing there with a pile of bedspreads in her arms. Her eyes were wide as she looked at me. “What?” I asked, irritation lacing my tone. She hesita

Isabella’s POV The evening air was cool, crisp, and utterly perfect. A gentle breeze carried the scent of pine and damp earth, rustling the curtains as I stepped onto the balcony, my lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Everything was falling into place. Every carefully laid seed of doubt was taking root, twisting around Ivy and Leo’s fragile bond like vines squeezing the life out of a tree. I wrapped my arms around myself, savoring the tension I had orchestrated between them. The weight of my victory settled over me like a warm cloak. Ivy looked like a ghost of herself, broken and riddled with guilt, while Leo—well, Leo was still too soft toward her for my liking. That part irked me, but it wouldn’t last. Not with what I had in store. I traced the rim of my glass, the cool condensation dampening my fingertips as I recalled the past few nights. I gripped the railing, my nails grazing the iron as I replayed Ivy’s devastation in my mind. The way she had stood there, trembling,

Isabella’s POVThe sting on my cheek still burned, the taste of iron lingering in my mouth. My breath came in ragged gasps as I stood frozen in place, my heart slamming against my ribs. Who the hell does she think she is? Just as I was about to react, I stopped when I felt it. A shift in the air. A presence. Leo. His energy was unmistakable—an approaching storm, dark and furious. A primal fear gripped me, raw and suffocating. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, my feet moving on instinct. I spun on my heel and bolted, my heels clicking against the marble as I rushed back into the dimly lit room where I had been staying. The heavy door slammed shut behind me, sealing me away from the wrath I knew was coming. My chest heaved, my fingers trembling as I pressed them against my burning cheek. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. I had spent years weaving myself into Leo’s life, and days planting seeds of doubt, making him believe I was

The tension in the room was suffocating, thick like a storm cloud ready to burst. Leo stood before "Ivy," his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths, confusion and frustration clashing in his gaze.But this wasn’t Ivy. It was Lila.Her twin sister.She wore Ivy’s face, spoke with Ivy’s voice, carried herself with Ivy’s mannerisms—but she wasn’t her. Lila had spent weeks perfecting the deception, stepping into her sister’s life from the shadows with one goal: ruin her relationship with Leo beyond repair and take her place in every possible way.It took her long to get here, and she was thrilled to play the role of Ivy Blackwood.Lila crossed her arms, schooling her expression into one of cold indifference. “I can’t do this anymore, Leo.”“Hey, baby, talk to me.” His voice was hoarse, desperate. He reached for her wrist, trying to steady her, but the moment his fingers brushed against her skin, Lila jerked away like his touch burned her. “I said don’t touch me!” Her voice crack

Ivy’s POVThe world exploded into chaos the moment the howl faded. The truck skidded violently, throwing me and the others forward. A deafening crunch echoed as something massive slammed into the front, bringing us to a dead stop. Then came the sounds—the unmistakable symphony of war. Growls erupted from all around us, deep and guttural, sending a shiver through my spine. Claws scraped against metal, and the sickening snap of bone filled the air. The cries of agony that followed were more beast than man. I clenched my hands over my ears, heart hammering, bracing for the worst. And then—silence. The stillness was heavier than the violence that came before it. Inside the truck, we exchanged wary glances, our breaths quick and panicked. No one dared to move, each of us straining to hear what was coming next. The door was wrenched open. Towering figures loomed over us, their massive frames blocking out the dim light filtering through the trees. I had never seen wolves like the